The sweeping old monk looked at those young members of the Primordial Race, a hint of coldness inadvertently seeping into his words.
"Old bald donkey, is the Buddhist Sect trying to stick its neck out for the Human Race?" One of the Primordial youths stared at the sweeping old monk with an unfriendly expression, his tone hostile.
"I am merely a sweeping monk, having nothing to do with the Buddhist Sect. If I intervene, it is only because I am a human!"
Chapter 648